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- Hello, doll enthusiasts.

It's me, your hostess, Sybil Pittman.

Welcome back to another episode of "All Dolled Up!"

This is Cleveland's only program that's dedicated to

the restoration and preservation of these beautiful dolls.

As you can see, today's a very special day

for Darlene and Timmy.

They're going to make the ultimate pledge of their love

in holy matrimony.

- Get the door!

I'm in the tub, and what's for lunch?

- Oh no, wait for me!

It's me, the DJ.

We're going to play some tunes and dance tonight.

- Sybil, get your head out of your ass!

Sybil!

- Special delivery for a special lady.

- Thank you, Sir Earl.

- I delivered him personally.

You know, a lot of porch pirates on this street.

More gifts from your fans?

- Excuse me, Ms. Pittman!

Would you like to buy a box of Unicorn Girl cookies

to help kids get school supplies?

- Taffy!

I told you not to come around here.

Go on, get!

- Mommy, the mean lady yelled at me again!

- Earl.

- Fantastic internet show, by the way.

You are truly the queen of the doll kingdom.

I watch it every night before I go to sleep!

- Who was it?

- The postman.

- Figures.

Who else would come around this dump?

There ain't been a single man around this place

since your daddy died.

Not that he was ever that much of a man.

Now I know why your mama divorced him.

Always coming up short.

It seems to run in the family.

Losers, the whole lot of you!

The worst day of my life was the day I married him.

Is my lunch ready?

I need you to drive me into town for some smokes afterwards.

Do you hear me?

I said, I'm almost out of smokes!

Sybil?

More doll stuff?

You know, they got a word for people like you.

Hoarder.

Just what we need, more clutter.

You know, one of these days, you're going to come home

and all this shit's gonna be gone.

Every last doll, right there in the garbage.

- Ladies, you home?

- Mm, yes, in here, Kristi.

- Hey, you guys, how was your day?

- Oh, marvelous, sweetheart.

You want to have some lunch with us?

Sybil will make you a sandwich.

- Oh, no, no, no, thank you, but Teddy is coming over.

We're planning our trip to Cancun.

- Oh, how fun.

Well, our house is your house, darlin'.

- Thank you.

Okay, well, you two have a good one.

- You too, sweetie, toodles.

God.

It's bad enough that I gotta rent out rooms

to make ends meet.

I hate this house so much.

- Nobody's keeping you here.

- Well, maybe I'll move out, right after I sell it.

You remember that all this is all mine

now that your daddy's gone, and don't start thinking about

coming around and trying to kill me.

I know you've got it in you.

I see the way that you pop those pills again.

You never did get over being crazy,

and, oh, your dad.

Your daddy's just rolling in his grave,

and fr your information, I keep a hammer in my nightstand,

just in case you're thinking of pulling any funny-

Funny enough for you, Mitzi?

- Are you listening to me?

- I now pronounce you doll man and doll wife.

Say cheese.

Woohoo, congratulations, everybody!

That was beautiful.

Congratulations.

Did y'all have fun at the wedding?

Well, that's all we have time for today, folks.

Tune in next time when I give Juanita

a beautiful, beautiful make-over.

Well, it's me, Sybil Pittman, signing off!

I am the doll whisperer.

That's all, doll.

Did you have fun at the wedding?

You know what? You ain't hideous.

Baby Oopsie.

Hello, Baby Oopsie. I'm Sybil.

You know what? You can call me Mama.

And I'm going to fix you up better than ever.

- Sybil, bring me another beer,

and put the garbage bags out!

- Let's have a tea party!

Let's have a tea party.

- Aw.

- Turn that damn music off,

and wrap it up down there!

- I'm shutting down in a minute!

- I'm friends with the devil!

- Lights out, Looney Tunes!

- Look at how precious you are.

You're Mama's angel.

Time for night-night.

A few more tweaks and you'll be good as new.

- Sybil?

- You need me to get you something?

- Oh, no, no, no, sorry.

I hope I'm not interrupting anything.

Oh, is this a new doll?

- Her name is Oopsie.

- Well, hello there, Oopsie.

She's unique.

You really love restoring them, don't you?

- Dolls aren't like people, you know?

The only thing they want from you is love.

They won't betray you.

They won't be mean to you.

They won't give you violent thoughts.

I think I better go to bed.

- Look, I hope you don't mind me saying this,

but I've been overhearing your conversations with Mitzi.

You know, she's wrong when she calls you worthless.

You know that, right?

You are a special and creative lady, Sybil.

Really, you are.

Just, you gotta stand up for yourself, girl.

- I don't pay her no attention.

- Good, you shouldn't.

Look, anyways, I guess I just wanted to tell you

that I think that you and your entire doll collection

are really, really cool.

Don't let anyone tell you otherwise, okay?

All right, well, goodnight, Sybil and Oopsie.

- Good night, baby.

- Where's breakfast?

- Hey there, mornin', Sybil.

- Hickory, I told you we can't afford you no more.

- Oh, I know.

It's just, I figured I'd finish up the winter cleanup.

You know, your daddy was always so good to me.

This one's on the house.

- Yoohoo, doll whisperer!

Hey, honey, how you doin'?

- Not now, Ray Ray.

- Earl left this on my porch by mistake.

Great wedding show last night.

I nearly cried my eyes out.

I'm a total mess at weddings.

- Goodbye, Ray Ray.

- I was thinking we could have supper later,

and you could show me your doll workshop!

- Piss off, Ray Ray.

- That there's my best friend.

- Hey, crazy train, what up?

- Where you goin', crazy train?

You got any money on you?

- I heard she got lots of dough since her old man bit it.

- Oh, really?

I said give us some money, bitch.

- Atta girl.

- Homebody Household Customer Service.

How may I help you?

- You know what?

You assholes double-billed me

for that salad spinner I ordered.

What the fuck?

- The dragon lady was looking for you.

- Hello? Hey, moron, you there?

- May I have your customer code please?

- God damn it, I don't have any customer code!

Just give me my money back.

- They're paper-trailing you, girl.

You best watch your back.

- Are you listening to me?

- Ms. Pittman!

- You dumb cow!

What's your name, huh? What's your name anyway?

This place has the worst customer service ever.

- Join me in my office for a cup of coffee, hm?

- Screw you!

- Yes, ma'am.

- And don't forget the cream and sugar, hm?

Late again.

That's two times in six months, hm?

- I was robbed.

- Mhm, and the company was robbed

of having enough operators this morning, hm?

- They stole my wallet with my bus pass.

- Mhm, oh, Sybil.

I'm so sorry you're you.

I really am.

It can't be easy.

- There ain't nothing wrong with me.

- Mhm.

Let me try to put this in terms

that someone such as yourself can comprehend.

Do you know why I work late every single night, hm?

Commitment, mhm.

I'm committed. I go above and beyond.

That's why I was awarded this gold key on my name tag,

the key to excellence, mhm.

- I had to walk to work.

- Mhm.

Committed people follow the rules

and the rules here have always been the same.

Be on time, solve your quota of customer complaints, mhm,

and absolutely no personal items on your desk.

This is it.

One more fuck-up out of you, and you're out.

Did you poison me?

- Mhm.

- This counts as a double demerit.

One more violation of company policy

and you'll be terminated, hm?

Is that clear?

Now get this filthy thing out of my office

and back on the line.

- Door!

- Hey, honey.

It was at that moment I told my mama

I'm moving closer to my best friend.

- We ain't best friends.

- Well, we will be.

What's her name?

- Baby Oopsie.

- Baby Oopsie.

Can she talk?

- She used to.

- If anyone can fix her, you can.

When I was little,

I always wanted a baby doll to keep me company,

but Daddy said they were only for girls.

When I was old enough to make my own decisions,

I surrounded myself with dollies,

and that's when I found you.

Lucky me.

One of these days, we oughta open up a toy museum.

- Goodbye, Ray Ray.

- We need more towels in the upstairs bathroom!

Don't you ignore me!

- I'm almost done.

- Oh, nevermind.

I'll come down there and get them myself.

If I don't do stuff around here, no one does.

Sybil!

- Getting your jollies, Sybil?

- Oh!

- Oh, you're fine, sugar.

Carry on.

- I'm so sorry. We thought you were asleep.

- No problem.

Sybil was just playing a little game of peekaboo!

- Let's go up to your room.

- Can I join?

- No.

- Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready for

the rebirth of the one and only Baby Oopsie?

I'm willing to bet she's going to be

full of all kinds of surprises.

And here we go!

- My name, my name, my name, my name

is Oops!

- Well, I guess I don't have it quite right yet.

- My name is

Oops, Oopsie, sie, sie!

- Well, we're out of time for tonight.

Please tune in for the exciting conclusion of

"All Dolled Up!"

And that's all, doll.

What am I doing wrong?

- Happy birthday!

Are you ready for your bundle of joy?

Hi, Mama!

I'm Baby Oopsie!

Oops, oops.

Oopsie!

- Well, I'll be damned.

- Mama, hold Oopsie!

- Of course I'll hold you, baby!

- My mama is pretty!

- Aw!

What a beautiful girl.

- I love my mommy so much.

- Aw.

- Mama, sing for Baby.

- Oh, of course I'll sing for you, baby.

Come in close.

Come in close.

Oh, put your arm on me.

Mama will sing for her baby.

Oh, she loves her baby.

♪ Rock a bye baby in the tree top ♪

♪ When the wind blows, the cradle will rock ♪

♪ When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall ♪

♪ And down will come baby

♪ Cradle and all

Night-night, Mama.

Cunt.

The bitch is back, now that she's asleep!

Where does this broad keep her weapons?

I need a knife!

No, think bigger!

A pistol!

What are you looking at, bitch?

There's a new sheriff in town, sweetie.

Conjure this!

Time for a dirt nap!

- Go for it, Gator.

- What up?

- Just beating noob ass on Jammer Jammer.

- Hey, you got any smoke left?

- Nah.

- Bullshit!

- I guess we gotta shake down crazy Sybil again.

- We don't need to.

- Why is that?

- I got her pink car.

- What?

- And get this.

She put her pin number on the back of it!

- You fucking idiot.

I told you, just take her cash!

She's reported that card stolen by now.

Someone will bust your ass.

- Not if I transfer it to a proxy bank account.

- You're too dopey to figure that out.

Besides, I guarantee you, she shut that card down by now.

What the fuck? What are you doing, you stupid ass wipe?

I gotta go.

- All right.

- Nice move, newbie shit bag.

Hey, baby.

- Oopsie!

You wanna fuck with my mama?

Not so tough now, are ya, fruitcake?

So much for your fucking college fund, bitch!

Die, die!

Baby hungry!

Gator going night-night!

- I can't believe I have to

put away all this shit in here.

That stupid piece of shit

Come on, baby.

- This bitch has got to go!

One more soul for energy.

The mean lady has it coming.

- Mitzi, you bitch!

- Oopsie!

What is this, fucking Mount Everest?

Fucking stairs!

- Ah, peeking in on me now, eh?

- Fuck!

- God damn pervert.

Do you hear what I'm telling you?

- Son of a bitch.

- Old girl, where'd you go to?

- Peekaboo!

And now for the nose job you always wanted!

How about a tummy tuck?

- Mitzi?

- Baby wants to

play hide-and-seek with Mitzi!

- Mitzi!

Mitzi!

- Mama, hold baby.

Time for Mitzi to go night-night!

Die, you old bitch, die!

- Sybil, Sybil, are you okay?

Help me get her up.

- Come on.

- Where's the doll?

- Doll?

- Where's Mitzi?

- Well, her car's gone,

so maybe she went into town or something.

- Girl, where are you?

The phones in here are ringing off the hook!

Hurry up and get in here!

- I'm going to have to call you back.

- Stupid bitch!

Homebody Household, can I help you?

- Why don't y'all go ahead and go downstairs?

I need to change my clothes for my show.

- Okay, well, we'll meet you downstairs.

- We'll be downstairs.

- What's going on?

- I don't know.

She's been acting very strange lately.

Yeah, we gotta help her or something.

Yeah, me either.

- Sybil!

Sybil, is everything okay up there?

- Uh, yeah, um...

- You want to grab breakfast, honey?

- Maybe.

Uh, I can't.

There's something I need to attend to before I head out.

Mitzi?

Baby?

Baby?

Did you come to life?

What on earth did you do with Mitzi?

This ain't in my head.

I saw what you did.

This ain't in my head!

Mitzi?

- I love my mommy.

- Baby?

- Honey, let's go!

- I'll be right up!

We need to talk.

- Honey, you might need to lie down.

- That doll I was working on last night,

it came alive.

It was running around this place.

- Hey, I think you have a concussion.

- I think you need more medication.

- That couldn't have happened, right?

- Look, I was supposed to leave for my trip this morning,

but I don't know if it's a good idea to leave you alone.

- Don't you worry.

I'll watch after her.

We'll track Mitzi and I'll get you your meds and coffee.

- Okay.

Hello?

- Hey, Sybil, it's me.

Teddy's here early as usual,

so we're heading for the airport.

I just want to let you know

I'm leaving my car keys on the kitchen counter

so you don't have to take the bus while I'm gone, okay?

- Okay, thank you.

- Of course, and Ray Ray's gonna come by

and check on you later.

I hope you're going to be okay.

Just text me later if you need anything.

- Thank you.

- Okay, talk to you later.

- Bye-bye.

- Bye-bye.

- Mitzi's phone?

- Happy birthday!

My name's Baby Oopsie.

Will you be my mommy?

I've been a bad little baby.

It's a beautiful sunny morning.

Will you give baby a bubble bath?

Hello, Mama. Don't look so surprised.

It's just the two of us now,

now that I've killed the old bitch off for you!

That's right, she's history.

- This ain't real.

This ain't real. This ain't real.

- Peekaboo!

All of your enemies can kiss their ass goodbye!

You're welcome, Mommy.

- No!

- Yes!

- No! - Yes!

- No, I won't let you kill anyone!

- I call bullshit!

Face it, you wanted her dead!

What are you doing? No, put me down!

Let me out! I'm afraid of the dark, no!

I have to go potty!

Mama, oh!

No, Mommy, please, I'll be a good baby!

Don't put Oopsie on a time out!

Open this fucking bag, you stupid bitch!

- Hey!

I didn't know you were still home.

You missed all the action.

- What action?

- That troublemaker Gator from down the street,

well, uh, he died last night.

- What?

- Yeah, they took him away in a body bag.

Bob Baker, who lives next door,

he said rumor is he was one of those fellas

who liked to, uh, he liked to, you know,

choke himself when he was releasing tension.

Okay.

All right, have a good one, Sybil.

- Sir, your customer code

is a 16-digit number at the top of your bill!

- Where were you?

- I hit my head.

- Always something with you.

You're lucky she was at a breakfast meeting,

or your ass would be gone.

Homebody Household, can I help you?

- Mitzi?

- How can it be Mitzi?

She crossed the rainbow bridge shrouded in light!

- Who is this?

- You know who it is.

It's hot in this trunk, Mama! Let baby out!

And you could have left me a sippy cup!

- This ain't real.

- Sure it is!

- This ain't real.

- You're not imagining this.

You let the genie out of the bottle, sweetie,

and now I'm here to help.

Dreams can come true, even if they're covered in blood.

You gotta-

You hurt my feelings when you hang up on me.

Face it, you got a lot of haters who deserve to die, Mommy.

The good news is Oopsie needs to murder to stay animated.

It's a reasonable exchange.

Just think, you living happily ever after,

while I devour the souls of the dirt heads

that make your life miserable!

- I don't want you killing nobody.

- Sure you do.

You think about killing people all the time.

There are a lot of assholes in this world, Sybil.

Take that windbag Karen, for instance. Total bitch!

She's the type that

asks for the manager, mhm! - This is ridiculous!

We talked about this, company policy!

- Or Mitzi.

Except you don't have to worry about her,

because she's already dead.

Your dream house will be all yours, Mommy!

Just as soon as you get rid of her body.

Then, we can book colorful cupcakes!

- I could never do nothing like that!

- You can, and you will.

What are you gonna tell everyone,

that a killer doll whacked the bitch?

Mama, help Oopsie bury a dead drunken bitch.

Oh, I know!

Let's feed her down the garbage disposal,

wearing fun party hats!

- Leave me the fuck alone!

- Hello, Ms. Pittman?

This is Connie calling from Cleveland National Bank.

I'm so sorry.

I'm afraid I have some bad news.

It seems someone had fraudulently

accessed your joint bank account and completely emptied it.

They've taken all your available cash.

The good news is we've frozen the account.

All we need now is

for both you and your step-mother

to come in with some some identification

to verify that you didn't make the transactions.

Would you like to come in today some time?

Hello?

Hello?

- Gather your personal items

and join Butch and I in my office, hm?

Is this your tub of kimchi?

- That's coleslaw.

- Mhm.

When you started here, you signed an agreement

that states that all unconsumed food items

stored in the company refrigerator

will be tossed every Friday.

Isn't that right, Butch?

- That's right, Karen.

- Mhm.

- Face it.

You've got a lot of haters that deserve to die.

- You've got to take charge!

- How long has this bowl been in our fridge?

- Three weeks, Karen.

- Mhm.

- Positive change starts with you!

- Your daddy's just rolling in his grave.

- Where are you going, crazy train?

You got any money on you?

- You gotta stand up for yourself, girl.

She's wrong when she calls you worthless.

- Just kill 'em, Mommy!

Then we can live a life

filled with tea parties and common ground!

- I am terminating you.

- Atta girl.

Let the poison out.

It's time for you to take charge!

You're not crazy.

You're a princess shrouded in glittering sunlight!

Now let's saw this wack job bitch into pieces!

- More fan mail for a flounder!

Oh, I'm sorry.

I caught you while you were painting your dolls.

- I can't talk right now, Earl.

- Say no more, queen of the doll kingdom.

Say, do you like Mexican food?

- Now, just bag up the Mitzi jigsaw puzzle

and toss her in the dump where she belongs!

Then, later, we can play dress-up

and have a super fun fashion show!

I love my mommy so much.

- I'm done fucking around with you, Mitzi.

Now who's rolling over in their grave?

- Yoohoo, whatcha doin'?

I came by to check on you and see if you're okay.

Have you heard from Mitzi?

- I can't talk right now, Ray Ray.

- Honey, let me help you with that!

You're in no mental state to be doing this.

God, you and Mitzi should be recycling more!

- The old bitch is gone.

Who's next, my beautiful baby?

- Let's throw a surprise party

for your bitch of a boss!

- Mhm!

- You drop me off,

and I'll show her who's in charge!

Then, if baby does good,

can we go out for root beer and pizza?

- Go in that door by the loading dock.

She's in the corner office.

- You stay here in the car

and stay warm, Mommy.

- Yes, my beautiful baby.

Be careful, and don't talk to strangers.

- Whoa, it's cold!

My little tootsies are freezing!

- Who's there?

Hello?

Hi, this is Karen from Complaints.

I thought everyone had left the building.

There's someone clanking around up here.

The janitor.

I'm sorry. I'm being so silly.

Thank you.

- You're all gonna die up there.

Put me down, you stupid Karen!

You're about to be ketchup, you bitch!

Not my little peepers!

Satan will devour your soul!

See you in hell, cocksucker!

Peace out, bitch!

Mean lady go night-night.

Just went on permanent coffee break!

Now can we have a pizza party?

- Hey, doll enthusiasts.

- Happy birthday!

- It's me, Sybil Pittman, the almighty doll whisperer.

- And I'm Baby Oopsie!

I like kitten snuggles.

- As you can see,

I have fully restored this rare and beautiful baby doll.

Turns out she's full of all kinds of surprises!

- Oh, Mommy!

You kill me!

- Gator, Karen, Mitzi, Willis, all dead.

That's all, doll.

There ain't no more bad people in my life.

- I'll tell you when I'm done, Mommy.

Well, well, well, we've got another dead man walking.

Rise and shine, Mama Murder.

It's a beautiful sunny day!

Perfect weather for a picnic and to commit homicide.

I need more life force.

Get up. The gardener's next on the hit parade.

- You can't have that one.

- Sure I can!

- He's been nothing but nice to me.

- Blah, blah, blah, get real, Mommy.

Nobody will miss him.

He's a fucking bore!

- No.

- Baby want to kill goofy gardener!

- I said no!

We're whacking too many close to home.

He's married to my cousin.

We'll find you an IRS agent or a meter maid.

- I don't have fucking time for that!

He's next.

- You said only the bad ones.

- Tough shit, loser. He's next.

- Listen here, baby!

I brought you into this world,

and I can take you out just as easily!

- How about I kill you instead, bitch?

You think you can

stop the powers of darkness?

You hit a baby! I'm calling child services!

- My God, what is happening to me?

What the hell are you still doing here?

- I'm almost finished.

I figured I'd set you up with some more firewood.

- Don't you have a life?

Pick up your stuff and get out of here.

- Oh, well, okay.

Sure thing, Sybil.

- My name is Baby Oopsie,

and I don't like you very much.

- Murder doll.

That ain't right.

- It's time for my mommy

to go night-night forever!

- Toys that murder.

Can toys kill?

Does hell exist on Earth?

According to the legend of the demonic toys, it does.

In 1992, there were astonishing reports of brutal death

and satanic occurrences

by the order of a powerful demon at the Toy Land warehouse.

- Demon?

According to legend,

the demon possessed the toys, bringing them to life

in a horrific bid to bring hell on Earth, toy hell.

- No.

- But did the demonic toys really exist,

or are they simply an urban legend?

We may never know,

as it's been years since any hard evidence has surfaced.

Only a handful...

- My name is Baby Oopsie.

Can I have a cookie?

Let's play hide-and-seek!

- Only a handful of rumors remain

that descendants of the demon,

now disguised as mortals, are walking the earth,

distributing the toys to the gullible.

If properly nurtured,

these demons could carry out their despicable plan

to build a tiny army of evil.

If the toys do exist,

to bond with them would be a deadly mistake.

Do you believe?

- What have I done?

- It's time to put baby down!

- Mommy, olly olly oxen free!

Where are you, bitch?

I have something for you, Mommy!

- Mama has a surprise for you!

Taffy?

- Sybil? Sybil, you here?

I'm back!

- Kristi?

- Hey, honey.

- Sybil, what's wrong?

- I saw a rat in the basement and I chased it up here.

Look, why don't you two

go get a cup of coffee and, um, I'll get the rat?

- No, no, no.

I'm gonna take a hot bath before I do anything else.

My body's, like, covered in sand.

Did Mitzi show up, by the way?

- Mitzi?

- Yeah.

- She met a guy online and she moved to Germany.

- Germany?

- Germany.

Look, I'm going to find that rat.

- Okay. Well, good luck.

I'll be soaking in the tub.

- Lock the door.

- Sure.

- I thought you said it was in the basement.

- Bubbles make bath time fun.

So would a toaster oven.

- The rats got your cookies.

- Shh, that ain't no rat!

- What is it?

- We are in grave danger!

Arm yourself.

- I don't get it.

What are you looking for?

- You'll know it when you see it, okay?

Just don't stop swinging until it stops moving.

This house has turned dark-sided.

- Lord almighty!

- Peekaboo!

Happy birthday!

Pretty girl and pretty sparks!

- Kristi!

- Oh, mother of God!

- We've gotta stop this thing.

- Stop what thing?

- Listen to me.

That doll I'm restoring is evil, okay?

It's just like I said the other day.

It came to life!

- Bless your heart.

- I'm not crazy, okay?

That thing killed Mitzi, it killed them boys,

and it'll kill you too

if you don't get the heck out of here!

- Are you serious right now?

- What do you fucking think?

Get ready to die in the name of Satan!

- Get out of here! Go call for help!

- Come to my house!

- Where do you think you're going?

And you're next, Mama!

- Ah, killer doll on the loose!

- I ain't going no place.

- Very well.

- I started this hell,

and I'm gonna end it.

♪ I am free

♪ I don't want you

♪ I am free

♪ I don't need you

♪ Control me

♪ Control free

♪ All free

♪ Control free

- It's dying time!

♪ Away, away

♪ Away

- Where are you, you plastic little devil?

- Right where you created me, Mommy.

Come down and get it, you stupid bitch!

Time for one last game of hide-and-seek!

I'm gonna kill you.

Mommy's gonna die.

Can you find me, Mommy?

- Come out, devil doll!

- You're not looking hard enough.

Peekaboo.

What's wrong, Mommy?

Do you need a new pair of glasses?

You won't need them anymore though,

because I'm gonna cut your eyes out!

- Let's do this!

- Oopsie-daisy!

- It's time for Mama to put baby down!

- Fuck!

♪ Rock-a-bye baby

♪ In the tree top

Wanna play ball, Mommy?

You have to find me first!

- Oh no, oh no.

Peekaboo!

Ah, this saw, it's family!

My name's Baby Oopsie!

I can walk, talk.

I can even shit my pants!

Are you shitting your pants, Sybil?

Pathetic mortal.

Leave it to a weak loser like you

to blow an opportunity of a lifetime.

So, now...

Get ready to dedicate your life to the doll kingdom,

one last time!

- That's all, doll!

- My peepers, my peepers are burning!

Ah, Mommy, my tears, I'm crying!

Mommy, help me!

What a world!

Mommy, Mommy!

Son of a bitch.

Are you ready for a bundle of joy?

- Sybil?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on.

What on Earth happened to you, girl?

Whoa, jeez, hang on.

- Special delivery for a special lady.

- Whoa.

- Fuck these packages, Earl!

- You had your fill, huh?

They must be stacking up.

The weird thing is I never understood

why he didn't just walk these packages over himself.

- Walk them over from-

- And save the postage.

- What?

- Well, all the packages I delivered to you

are mailed from Ray Ray's house.

He's the one sending you all these doll parts.

- Ray Ray?

- Finally, when I was old enough,

I surrounded myself with dollies.

One of these days, we should open up a toy museum.

We could rule the world.

Hail Satan, prince of darkness!

Lead your army of damned toys into the darks of the night!

Release your minions and rule this horrific grim!

Use your dark-sided energy to possess the toys of the world.

Hail Satan, prince of darkness!

Lead your army of damned toys into the darks of the night.

Release- - Ray Ray, it was you?

- Oh, hey, honey.

- Hello, doll enthusiasts!

It's me, the doll whisperer, Sybil Pittman.

- And I'm Baby Oopsie!

- And this is "All Dolled Up!"

Today, I'm here with my best friend, Ray Ray.

- Hey, honey.

- Today's a very special DIY episode.

- That's right!

- Gather round and come as close as you can,

because we're going to show you

how to build your very own toy!

- One who will be your very best friend

'til the day you die.